"barak-san. i saw u at my show todeh." harry styles sais 2 da dark figur infront ov him.
"yes, hareh-chan. i came 2 say gudbi. I neeed to end it off. i cannt keep livin dis lye. im going. im sorreh."
"but, barak-san. dat nite we had... it wax nofin 2 u/"
"no harreh-chan. i lurved evry minut of it. i just ned 2 go."
barak turns awai from harry to face teh unnown.
"wait. barak-san. at leest tel meh wer u r goin."
"i cannot. it is only 4 fate 2 no."
barak rips his shurt of ad ther, in harreh's amazmint, wer a pear ov butrfli wings.
"gudbi, harreh-chan. i will miss u." barak calls as he flis into da wind.
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FanfictionI will write terribly uneducated short stories about any kind of ship. Doesn't even have to be real. I'm a very open minded person.
